The White Moon and Black Moon were once in the same sky, lovers dancing around the Earth as their home. But Man became jealous of their celestial romance, and Man's shaman cursed the Black Moon to the Sky That Was Not, tearing it from its partner that it loved. Every night, the Black Moon howls with despair, knowing that it can never be with its lover again.

No, it barks for my dad, you son of a bitch.

GOD DAMN IT, ECHO.

Dread and hope wane with the equinox of the soul and coming knowledge of true parity as aether-things weep in remembrance of simultaneity before the light’s poison heralded dances of maggots within their still-beating corpses.